TABREL's BLOG of DREAMS

Date of Dream: Morning of Sunday 2011.10[Oct].30

Dream:

I was walking up a hill and holding a large bag of flour.  I could see a manta ray flying in the air, hiding behind a building.  A person with me flapped the end of the bag so that flour would shoot out of the bag to stop the manta ray from attacking us.  The ray would act like it was coming around a building, then go downhill out of sight and try and sneak up behind us.  We kept slinging flour at it until it went down.

I woke up from the dream for a moment and when I went back asleep I was at the same spot as the previous dream but up in a tree.  The tree was very bending and started lowering me to the ground.  I looked down and lions were waiting to get me so I grabbed other nearby trees.  Then I noticed other people also stuck in the trees trying to avoid the lions.  I bent down too low and a lion got his claw stuck in my clothing.  I managed to wiggle free and noticed a fort across the street.  The grounds around the fort were all sand.  I leaned my tree branch very far and managed to get across the street and right at the door of the fort.  As I went in an army from the fort was gathering weapons and loading into vehicles.  I got some cots to save the other people trapped in the trees (not sure how that would work).  As I was dragging some of the cots to the vehicles a few of the army personel armed with large long machine guns ran past me.  I looked and none of the lions seemed interested in persuing me but the soldiers set up a line anyway.  While I was loading the cots a newspaper blew by.  I grabbed the paper and there were only a few pages but at the back were comics.  All the comics were attacking the military, and even though I was a civilian at this part of the dream I was very offended and angry.

I woke up again and when I went back into the dream I was in the military.  I was around college age and so were the other people, male and female, in my company.  Many people that bullied me while I was growing up were in my group and it made me very nervous.  We started running some drills on this wooden scaffold.  At one point I asked if anybody remembered rope climbing in elementary school.  Some did but others were younger (although only a few years) and never had that.  I explained how my gym was three stories tall (actually two) and we were told to climb the rope all the way and touch the ceiling.  I never could make it all the way.  I said that most people that did make it slid down at some point and got rope burn (not really true).  Our instructor asked for a volunteer to do the next drill and I said I would.  Everybody began to mention how ballsy I was to volunteer and I said that it wasn’t really that impressive because I was in a dream and they were all there for real.  I told them I could leave at any time but they’d still be there.  This caused me to wake up.

I went back to sleep one more time.  I was leaving a military tent and was sent to investigate something.  I had a fold-out book that explained some of the history of the thing I was to investigate.  Sometimes the book spoke the next section out loud to me.  As I traveled a large swarm of insects covered the ground, moving towards me but not touching me.  I did something to stop them but kept on exploring through the destruction they had left behind.  I got to a odd point in the book and was standing in the doorway of a restroom.  There were male and female soldiers in the restroom standing there and then I realized they were standing in a way that blocked my view of others with them, and they were all having sex in pairs with one person upside-down.  I got one of the women to come with me on my investigation.  She got another woman to join us and inside the book of my investigation it showed that while I would have sex with one the other would wait her turn with a puppy sitting on her head.  I was trying to find a second puppy to keep the first one company so I could get both women together at once when I woke up.

Influences:

I saw just a bit of the second The Mummy movie on TV where an army was swarming over the sand dunes.  I’ve also been playing Fallout:New Vegas - Honest Hearts.

Recurring:

• Knowing it’s a dream

Date of Dream: Morning of Tuesday, 2011.10[Oct].04

Dream:

A brunette woman was my boss at a fashion place. In beginning of the dream I think she was Asian. There were other employees besides me and she was explaining what we were to do. I was college age and the other employees weren’t much older. After a while I realized that she wasn’t a fashion designer but we did catwalks, adverts, and displays for designers.  I was worried about my ability to keep coming up with ideas and a bit panicked because I don’t know anything about fashion. A designer that was Africa-American showed up with one of her designs, a long blue dress more than just to the floor with dark blue strip down the center. She only spoke to my boss. I had some good ideas my boss liked and so I needed to start (on something).
 
The room, which was sometimes a room and sometimes outside, had a large mountain of wooden scaffolds in it behind me. I started climbing up with my boss and found lots of things littering the levels. My boss was Caucasian now and telling me things but I can’t remember about what.  As we climbed up the scaffolds became more elaborate and started having stairs and railings but were still metal frames with wood floors. As I reached one of the higher levels my brother was there. He began following me and annoying me, and at one point we walked out on scaffold that was a corner bridge and I nudged him off an open railing to get rid of him and he fell. My boss was standing right there next to me but reacted as if it were an accident. My brother fell three stories onto a fence that had a protective top so that people couldn’t climb over, and although that top would normally be barbed wire when he hit it there was hammock netting and he rolled off to the ground without getting killed. I figured he would come back up after me and I’d have to kill him then but I kept walking with my boss and looking at the various objects littering the scaffolds.

Influences:

Not sure what I saw that made me dream these things but I have been online looking and all types of art images.

Recurring:

• Annoying brother
• Tiered levels

Date of Dream: At some point before Sunday 2008.08[Aug].17 (because that’s when I posted a pic to Flickr based on the dream)

Dream:

I walked thru three or four bedrooms while searching for a bathroom.  I was talking to people along the way and the bedrooms were so full of beds I could hardly get thru.  The last room had a big lump under the carpet that a circular bed sat on.  As I entered there were four Russian guys that kinda sneered at me and then left, which I was grateful for because I found the urinal there once they were no longer blocking my view.  This final room was a bit curved and small with very little room to manuever.  The urinal was long and stretched and went all the way down to the floor.

Influences:

I forgot many details of the dream and didn’t write any influences down at the time.

Recurring:

• Peeing in a hard to find and atypical bathroom
• Small rooms chained together

Notes:

In the picture I’m peeing in a stretched urinal that looks like a fireplace and the waves on rocks look like fire logs in ashes.

Illustration:

Date of Dream: Thursday, 2011.05[May].12

 
Dream:

 This was one of my favorite dreams of my whole life.  It is a three-part dream.
 

- Part 1 - 

There was a popular show on TV and I started off hearing it as if from a radio, then seeing it on TV and then quickly to being in it as it was taped.  Once I was in the show it would drift back and forth to being something I was doing while also seeing it either on TV or in my head.  I was on a metal frame that looked like somebody had crushed an old American muscle car straight down from above and then taken a three inch section of the crushed car from the middle.  The lines and edges of the metal frame were smooth, not ragged or rough like a crushed car would be and there wasn’t any paint, just clean metal.  The frame was up about four feet on a lift.  Sometimes I was up on the lift walking around the frame, sometimes the lift was like a ceiling to a small mobile home type room with the metal frame as a horizontal doorway, and other times the entire frame of the car would be there with the lift as more of a catwalk around the top.  There were two other males and a female character in the show.  At the beginning of the show I was trying to go into the metal frame and get some sleep,  but later I was going to hunt down Jesus to give him some object.

I rose out of the metal frame and went thru a neighborhood of houses built right up against each other on a hill.  I was traveling alone.  The road was very curved up to and over the hill.  I came up to a family talking about the show and trying to find Arkansas on some map.  We were outside but as I approached them we were gradually inside.  It was a Caucasian family, sitting grandmother, blonde mom, at least five male & female kids that were high school age or older and a dad.

- Part 2 - 

Once I joined the family they invited me to celebrate Christmas with them.  Every single house in the neighbor and every building I could see in the city from this hilltop street was decorated.  We walked up to a house higher on the hill, and the building directly across the street was like an building made up of 8 homes stacked on top of one another.  This building was not on the same level as the house I stood in front of, after the street the ground dropped rapidly (not really a yard) so that at least three levels of house were lower than the street level.  The family stood in the doorway of the hilltop house with the front door open and the warm glow of a fireplace behind them.  I turned and kinda hopped up and I was flying around the stacked houses to get a really great view of the decorations and I was able to fly thru some of the levels.  The decorations were incredibly detailed and there were thousands of them.  Everything inside and out had something Christamassy on it.  I was having a great time.  As I flew thru the levels I was scooping up different candies.  There weren’t any people but from the objects and look of the rooms I soared thru I got an impression of people that did, or used to, live there.  I started exploring the other hilly neighborhoods.  Many more houses all very close with little or no yard lined the curvy streets, rolling left and right, up and down.  I landed at a house with another family, and they were struggling with bicycles they all got as presents.

- Part 3 -

I helped fix a couple of the bikes and they let me borrow one to ride around.  I was trying to back it out of the driveway like a car and having a little bit of trouble, but once I got out I took off.  At some point I lost them in the maze of streets and rode up on a dead end lane that led up to a sunken amphitheater.  There were people at street level with costumes and lights like on a film shoot.  As I got up to the edge my bike disappeared and I looked on at the scene they were filming.  The cast was in Medieval Asian garb and the were filming a flying sword fight scene with a beautiful girl as the hero.  The amphitheater had curtains and it was like they were filming a play on the stage even though some of the props were more real than theatrical.  I was down close to the action as an extra and noticed the amazingly beautiful hero girl had her breasts on her back instead of on front, and here costume was designed to show off the back cleavage.  As I noticed this I overheard the producer saying that she would never work out and the director was arguing that she was perfect and that her backwards breasts were some kind of artistic statement.  I was getting a little nervous about being in the scene and staring at her when I woke up.

Influences:

My insane love of Xmas decorations.  Not because of the holiday as much as the color schemes and the fact cities will change to decorate according to that theme.  I love all the time leading up to Xmas, but the day itself kinda sucks.  It’s all about the aesthetics for me.

Recurring:

• Flying
• Odd architecture

Notes:

It’s difficult to express how much joy I experienced during the flying part of the dream because.  It must be deep childhood Christmas feelings.

I may try to draw the eight story building of houses.

Illustrations:

(not yet)

Date of Dream: Morning of Monday, 2011.09[Sep].12

Dream:

This dream followed some others that are more difficult to remember.

I was heading North in a car being driven by my Grandmother.  The terrain was very small and a lot like tilt-shift photos or model train layout.  It was all tiny valleys, windy roads and turn-offs that disappeared into dark mountain tunnels.  I was thinking that someday I’d come back and explore the roads that went off into the mountain tunnels.  I arrived someplace that was rolling fields and small hills.  I was moving along South, without the car or my grandmother anymore.  I got to place where festivals were held and there was a list of bands coming. One band in particular was one I loved and suddenly the actors from The Young Ones showed up and were also talking about the band I liked (it was the actors, not the characters).  My girlfriend Jennifer was suddenly there and when she said a line from a Young Ones episode and they loved it.  We were all excited and talking about the band coming and wondered if we could just get winter places and stay there, working local small jobs to keep us going until we saw the band and then left to return to our regular lives.

Jennifer and the actors were gone and I was caught up in an on-going war with hidden locals.  Everybody knew that sniper attacks were common and kept low.  I commented to the people around me about “I saw this and this guy in front of us gets a sniper bullet right in the eye”, and the girl closest to him leaned in to watch but it didn’t happen.  I started to move to a better location and we were all trying to stay low.  A cute puppy that looked lost was close to me.  It was suddenly gone (didn’t see get hurt or anything) and a second puppy that looked almost exactly the same took it’s place.  A Hispanic guy I kinda knew in the dream leaned in close to the puppy’s face and somehow the puppy got his tongue and ripped it out.  As I went to grab the Hispanic guy and help him I was yelling “shoot it! shoot it!” and a medic came from nowhere and got to the Hispanic guy before I had to stop the bleeding.

A sniper took a shot near me so I dove into a hot air balloon basket that had no balloon or gear, but then when I looked up again it had a balloon and I was rising.  There wasn’t a flame heating the air and no line to release hot air from top so I had no way to bring the balloon back down.  I calculated that I had enough hot air to carry me for 10 days, I don’t know how I decided that, and I figured I would float out of the danger zone in that time.  I didn’t even consider having no food or water for 10 days.  As I floated Soutwest a soldier grabbed a now dangling rope from the basket and pulled me down by himself.  As he almost had me to the ground as a ballista fired fiery bolts into the balloon bringing it the rest of the way down.  It seemed the basket was a trap and the hidden locals were going to use it to kill whoever tried to get away.  I was now in uniform and very muscular (my balloon experience caused me to ‘level up’).

I decided it was time to end the battle and started giving orders and leading attacks, and could now see the previously hidden others in uniforms different from the ones everybody on my side wore.  I found one of our guys locked up in a small adobe room with metal bars and he had a long beard and dusty clothes.  As he stumbled out of the adobe jail the people on my side were shocked and watching to see what happened.  He bee-lined straight for a wooden lookout tower where some others in like uniforms were stationed, but they didn’t really belong with us.  He was attacking them for punishing him, and as a few men and women came out to clash with him they chanted ‘you broke the rule, you broke the rule’.  I started chanting back in his favor and soon everybody else was too.  He was defeating them and the leader of this small band was at the top of the tower watching.  The prisoner guy grabbed a good size kettle being used to make cowboy coffee off an open fire, and he managed to toss the almost boiling coffee out of the kettle and up to the people surrounding the leader in the top of the tower, causing them to run screaming.

There were some boys behind me a ways back on the East most side of the camp calling.  I went to check on them and they said people were out in the field coming to attack but nobody would listen to them.  I went with them to check and found a group of zombies heading for camp.  I told the boys what to do in order to tell if somebody was a zombie, something like see how they responded to a certain question, and if the potential zombie failed the test where to shoot them to stop them.  I headed to warn everybody else and the officer I reported to, an older black guy that was very smart and a great mentor (how did I know that in the two seconds of his appearing?) stepped out and was coming towards me.  He was moving slow and not responding so I decided he must be in very early stages of zombie, and as I went to shoot he said “what the?”.  I explained he didn’t respond right and I thought he was a brain muncher.  I blasted a couple of zombies nearby and alerted more of my people as to what was happening when my cell alarm went off and woke me.

Influences:

Hmmm, maybe zombie killing games

Recurring:

• Sniper
• Landscape smaller scale